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So all I did was go to the writers group meeting in Athens to relax and that helped until my sugar decided you know what would be fun? Let's hit 500 and now go into freefall. Maybe she'll live, maybe she won't. It's falling so fast right now my dexcom has double down arrows. I've never even SEEN that before. This shall be a fun night.

So have the story I wrote this week. I'm happy about it.

Title: The Way You Look Tonight

Summary: All Husk wanted to do was something fun for his special day. What he got was paperwork and disappointment until something unexpected happened. In that moment, he truly saw Angel for what he was: one of the most amazing people Husk had ever known.

Rating: teen

Notes: Written for Smoxt’s birthday. Hope you enjoy it. I’ve so enjoyed your Angel overlord series I wanted to give you a little thank you. I didn’t feel right playing in your Angel Dust Overlord AU so I played in my own (No need to read the whole series unless you feel like it. This is a stand alone story where it’s obvious Husker and Angel are allies and lovers (and Angel’s brother is around a cantankerous addition to his life).

Also written for the lyrical titles bingo challenge for the Last line of a song. I chose <a href=" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v="YFham2Xu6nA" "="""> The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra. And for the allbingo prompt of devil.

With each word, your tenderness grows
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra

Husker snuffed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray on his desk and sipped at his tumbler of whiskey when he wanted to chug the bottle. Thinking about birthdays in hell was idiotic but that this was his birthday – in theory. It was hard to be sure they were on the living world’s time – kept running through his head. He should be strolling around in his casino, getting up to something fun or at least into someone fun. Instead, he was finishing off the stack of paperwork on his desk and the new overlord of lust had shockingly not made an appearance in spite of knowing it was Husker’s birthday. Was porno paperwork as boring as his own?

Probably.

“Husker, don’t forget you’re expected in the Diamond theater tonight for the new show.” Hex, his personal assistant, poked her head into his office.

“That’s tonight?” He made a disgusted sound. “I had something more fun in mind.”

She pursed her lips. “You made a date with Mr. Dust tonight.”

Had he? Him texting Hex nonsense while drunk and him not remembering the next day wasn’t unheard of. It was hardly out of the realm of possibility he had done the same with Angel. “Fine. I wouldn’t want to disappoint him and remember, he prefers to be called Angel, not Mr. Dust. He’s right. That sounds weird.”

Hex smiled faintly. “He asked me to remind you to put on your fanciest suit, something about wanting to peel it off you.”

At her knowing look, he flushed. “Horny jackass,” he muttered under his breath. It wasn’t like he had any better plans for the evening and certainly any time he got naked with Angel was a great date. “What’s the new show even about? I don’t remember approving a new entertainer.”

“You did and it’s a concert.”

“Fine.” Husker figured he could cut out early if the singer sucked. Angel wouldn’t fuss about it. He’d be just as happy to go to Husker’s penthouse here in The Jackpot as to sit there listening to music. While he was upstairs changing, Husker decided to prep his place for a little birthday celebration with Angel. He had just the toy for the occasion.

A light dinner at his desk was also so not the birthday he wanted but it was all he had time for if he wanted to meet Angel at the Diamond. Is it too much to hope he snuck snacks into the theater? Of course it was. Angel was still traumatized by the way Valentino had monitored his food intake and weight. He ate cautiously and tended not to snack. It was something he hoped to help Angel with but he hadn’t seen too much of him lately. Angel was wrapped up in the fall out of him going full demon to deal with a major thorn in his side and with the new erotic thriller he wanted to film.

He was probably naked and enjoying himself while you were shuffling papers, birthday boy. And people don’t take the overlord of lust seriously, ha. They’re idiots. Angel is tough as fuck and it’s hard to argue with getting your rocks off daily even if making porn is more tedious than you think.

Angel wasn’t waiting for him in his box seat. A server poked her head in the moment he settled in and smoothed out his pinstriped silk suit.

“An old-fashioned for you, boss. Anything else I can get you?” She presented him his drink on a tray.

“Another of these at the very least,” he grumbled and thought over his menu from Savor, the top tier restaurant in The Jackpot. “Those bacon-wrapped scallop things, the spicy strawberry-ricotta crostini and the pot of bacon jam and warm bread. That should be enough for me and Angel. When he gets here, send him up.”

“Of course, sir.”

Husker checked his gold watch. It was getting perilously close to the start of the show. Where was Angel? Did he forget? Husker looked over his texts. Nothing. Angel might have forgotten. He could be…flighty. That was the least offensive way to phrase it. Husker stood and leaned against the rail of the box. All around him art nouveau opulence dominated the Diamond and it had perfect acoustics. He scanned the audience below. Angel might have forgotten but his brother was here with his date, already looking fidgety since they didn’t allow smoking in the theater. Arackniss would never make the whole show.

Rosie and Alastor were front row center, not far from Arackniss. Carmilla had shown up with her daughters. Exactly how big was this show? How had he missed the announcement on something with the star power to bring in some of the heavy hitters? Hell, even Vox and Velvette were in the audience, both of them looking bored on their phones, not even interested. Was that some of Angel’s cast and other employees in the mezzanine left? Yes, that was definitely Tiffany, Candy, and Bun Bun. Hex was with them shockingly.

“Damn it, Angel, where are you?” he grumbled, tossing himself back in the seat. His food arrived before his lover did. “Worst birthday ever.” Even the delicious scallop he popped in his mouth didn’t change that.

Angel had stood him up. Does it count as standing you up if you didn’t even remember there was a show tonight? Yes, because he had ideas for my clothing so he planned to be here.

The house lights dimmed and Husker contemplated polishing off his appetizers and sneaking off with his tail between his legs to find a poker game. That would lift his spirits. The MC stepped out, a black sheep sort of man who had lost his soul to Husker years ago but always managed to still look somehow happy and pleasant.

“Everyone, welcome to the debut show for a special talent that you don’t need me to introduce. There will be a short intermission midway through tonight’s programming. Be sure to head to the Hidden Gem lounge just outside the theater doors for refreshments and later tonight take part in all The Jackpot as to offer. Slots, roulette, blackjack, poker, whatever gambling you’d like to sample you can find right here. So, without further ado, let the show begin.”

At least he hyped up the casino. Husker couldn’t fault him there. As sheepy left, the spotlight swung stage right and followed a knockout from the wings to center stage. Her gown was gorgeous, ombre from the palest blue at the shoulders down to Caribbean waters to electric blue and finally to the deepest of sapphires, breaking at the ankle over rhinestone platform heels covered in midnight blue with burst of silver stars. The long sweep of her hair matched her dress in the varying shades of blue.

Talk about a devil with the blue dress on!

The sultry singer took center stage like she owned it and that’s when Husk’s jaw dropped, as he spotted the two fuchsia arcs under her blue-painted eyes. Angel hadn’t stood him up. He had transformed into someone so beautiful Husk’s mouth went drier than Vegas in August. Hell, all of him felt Vegas-in-summer hot and Angel hadn’t even done anything but sashay across the stage.

Angel adjusted the headpiece microphone nestled into his long wig. Blue worked on him. Angel’s preferred colors were pink and purple but now Husker knew why Angel had been asking him about his favorite colors: blue and yellow. Yellow would look bad on Angel but he rocked blue.

“Hello, everyone. I’m so happy to see so many of you here and thank you for keeping my secret. As you all know by now, it’s Husker’s birthday and I wanted to do something special for him.” Angel gestured and a spotlight turned on Husker, half blinding him. “He chose to be my friend. In spite of people talking about him behind his back for being with someone like me, he didn’t run away. He’s the first person in a very long time to make me feel appreciated and important so I wanted to give him the best gift I could. So happy birthday, babe. I hope you like the curated song list I made for you.”

As the crowd clapped, Husker waved tentatively. It had been eons since he was the center of attention. He missed being on stage though. He had loved every second of it. The spotlight died down as the music ramped up and Angel launched into Cyndi Lauper’s “I Drove All Night”. It was a song long after their times but he liked it. Angel had a pretty voice even in his falsetto and wow could he dance. Husker barely noticed the backup dancers taking the stage. His gaze never wavered from Angel as he moved to the music not missing a beat as he sang. Husker was glad he was alone in the box, just him, his cocktail and his cock now standing at attention.

However, more than just lust was at play. Angel’s movies had never really showcased everything he was capable of. Husker hadn’t been to his live shows. He didn’t know just how entertaining Angel could be. He’d known he danced like a dream since they had gone dancing together and of course, he wasn’t legendary in the sack for no reason but Angel had been wasted in Val’s movies – something Husker had always felt but now he was fully validated in that opinion. He should have let Angel sing and dance before this.

From Cyndi’s song, Angel segued into Verosika Mayday’s “Vacay to Bonetown.” Husker had no doubt he’d be doing that tonight. Angel sang a few more from succubus stars before tackling one from Madonna. If anyone knew about voguing, it was Angel but what made Husker’s eyes water in joy was when he belted out “Blues in the Night”. He might not quite have Ella Fitzgerald’s vocal power but damn if Angel didn’t rock it.

Angel took his bows and waved his way off stage as Sheepy raced back on to tell everyone about the half hour intermission. Husker didn’t bother with trying to cram into the Hidden Gem for drinks. His staff would bring him all he wanted. Instead, he tried to get backstage to the dressing room to thank Angel in person. He was met with a slab of beef; literally the man was a bull, guarding the door. This was not one of his guards. In fact, he was pretty sure this bull had starred with Angel in movies.

“No one in,” Bully held out a hand. “Mr. Angel’s orders.”

He grimaced, flaring his wings. “I’m Husker. I own this casino.”

“I was especially told not to let you in.” Bully didn’t look particularly apologetic about that.

“Right,” Husker drawled out.

“It’s true.”

Hearing Arackniss’ cigarette roughened voice, Husker turned around. The tiny spider grinned at him, holding out his phone. Husker took it and sure enough there was a text saying, don’t let Husker backstage until after the second set.

“Your brother’s….”

“An idiot? An asshole? A fool in love?” Arackniss smirked.

Husker swallowed hard at that last suggestion. Was that true? It damn well could be. “All of the above. What am I supposed to do for a half hour?”

“I dunno. He sent me to distract you.” Arackniss held up a pack of cigarettes, hell’s cheapest and most disgusting brand. Husker slumped his shoulders, his wings brushing the ground.

“Fine, but I’m not smoking that garbage.”

“Yeah, yeah, you think it tastes like burning spider hair.” Arackniss rolled his eyes. “But I’m betting you know what all kinds of spider hair tastes like.”

“Your brother likes his flavored hair oils.” Husker smirked because Arackniss’ hot buttons were so easy to hit.

Arackniss shuddered. “Do not need to know. Come on.”

Arackniss chivvied him away from backstage and out a side door. They smoked in the alley. Husker listened to the muted sounds from inside. Slot machines could be incredibly noisy with their bells, whistles, and voice overs. “Angel is amazing.”

“Better than I knew. I’ve never gotten to see my brother performing because of, well…no one wants to see their baby brother doing what he usually does.”

“I know. I’m shocked by all of this. He arranged all this without me knowing.” Husker wagged his head. “That’s amazing.”

Arackniss blew smoke toward the sky. “When Anthony gets determined, there’s no stopping him.”

“Noted. Can’t wait to see what the second half will be.”

Husker meant every word of that. He and Arackniss smoked another cigarette before Angel’s brother went back inside to his date. Husker retreated to his box and helped himself to the remaining appetizers and another old fashioned. He sat up, leaning on the rail as Sheepy announced Angel’s return to the stage.

Husker’s jaw dropped again. No wonder Angel had so jealously guarded his dressing room time. He’d completely changed. Makeup and wig had been removed and the gorgeous dress and heels had been exchanged for a grey pinstripe suit with bold pink stripes and wingtip platform boots. Angel had perched a fedora on his head and looked ready to strut into la familigia’s private club to shoot pool and probably a few people along the way. He was somehow even hotter looking like he had just stepped out the 1930s than he had in the dress.

Husker was even more shocked that instead of Angel using his Angel Dust voice, he sang Dean Martin’s “June in January” in Anthony’s natural register. His voice sang the words out thick and syrupy like warm caramel. God, you’re such a sap! And isn’t that what Angel always says about your voice? It was. Angel had a bit of a fetish about Husker, two really. He was overly enamored with Husker’s wings and loved to hear him talk to the point he had arranged one date night of poetry and wine, where Husker was doing the readings. If he swooped through the sky spouting Byron, he probably could get Angel to do anything he wanted.

Almost as if Angel read his mind he launched into another Deano song and Husker sang along in nearly a whisper.

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Let's fly way up to the clouds
Away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like bird of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find

He hushed to enjoy Angel singing the Italian verses with enthusiasm and somehow never missing a step even though he had caught hold of a ring lowered from the ceiling. He performed acrobatics on the ring as he sang. Husker wanted to toss everyone else out of the theater and have this all to his greedy self.

Angel alighted and picked up his hat as he volleyed decades ahead into George Michael’s “I Want Your Sex.” No fears there. He was absolutely getting that when this was all over if he wasn’t too tired to enjoy it. Angel bounced around the timeline showing off that he really could sing and dance as well as he fucked on camera.

Finally, the backup dancers raced into the wings and Angel took center stage. “I have one last surprise, an open invite to a special someone. I know he’ll understand and even if he doesn’t know this song, he’s a jazz man. They know how to improvise.”

Husker widened his eyes as the backup dancers returned wheeling out a table. They set it just outside the legs, making that curtain ruffle. His saxophone rested on the table. He didn’t even have time to worry about how and when Angel had liberated it from his penthouse – he suspected Hex had helped – because Angel started to belt out a Frank Sinatra classic.

Someday, when I'm awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight.

Angel hadn’t even gotten to the ‘way you look tonight’ before Husker had launched himself out of the theater box. He landed on stage and snatched up his sax. He wet the reed with his tongue, all too aware of Angel watching his tongue work. He forced himself to think about unsexy things. A boner on stage was not going to happen. He joined Angel’s vocals on “The Way You Look Tonight.”

Husker ate up the applause and suddenly he was alive again, basking in the audiences of Vegas or Paris or New York. He and Angel weren’t all that different, not really. They were mirror images. Husk had been a performer in life turned overlord. Angel had been close to an overlord in life and now was a performer. When Angel switched to “Just the Way You Are,” Husker went with him.

Angel pulled him close and whispered a question in Husker’s ear. When he nodded in affirmation, they started in on “Big City Blues.” When the last of the music faded, Angel took his hand and had him take bows with him and they disappeared stage left.

“Can I go to the dressing room with you this time?” His eyes twinkled.

“Nope. When my clothes come off next, they’re staying off and I don’t want to ravish you on some janky dressing room couch.”

“Just the physical logistics of that makes me shudder.”

Angel laughed. “Leave that to me, babe. I’m the sexpert. We need to go have a little birthday fun clothed first.” Angel booped Husk’s nose. “And after fun and food, I’m tearing this suit off you.”

“Peel gently. This is expensive,” Husker countered, buffing his knuckles on the silk. “And I ate all your appetizers because I was expecting you in my theater box not on stage.”

“We kept that secret good.” Angel beamed, proud of himself.

“Not surprised that ex-mafioso knows how to keep his trap shit. You surprised the hell out of me.”

Angel bounced on his heels. “Fantastico. Come on, food and fun.”

Husker took Angel’s hand, stilling him. “Babe, I have to say this first. You were amazing. I know you worry that you’re not enough, that you only got to be the most famous porn star in hell because you’re cute and well endowed. I need you to understand that you are more than that. You have a beautiful voice.”

“I’m a nasally New Yorker,” Angel protested.

Husker held up his hands. “You sang beautifully as Angel Dust and as Anthony. You can dance and that routine on the suspended ring took my breath away. This was the most amazing gift I’ve ever had.”

Angel’s lips quivered. “You really think I’m good?”

“A lot of people did. Arackniss definitely did and you know your brother is stingy with the compliments. He and I talked about it during intermission. You slayed, Legs. If you didn’t have your own empire to maintain, I’d hire you full time.”

“Don’t rule out my doing specials for you from time to time. I loved it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“If you aren’t kidding me about this.” Angel’s eyes held so much doubt about himself it hurt Husker to see it.

He caught hold of Angel’s pink tie and gently tugged him down so they were eye to eye. “Every word is true.”

Angel smiled and Husker took advantage, plundering his mouth. Angel swept him off his feet and when he ended the kiss, Husker ran his fingers through Angel’s thick, soft hair. “Food and fun might be just fun if we don’t stop now.”

“You’re too fluffy to eat off of,” Angel replied and Husker’s brain short circuited as he imagined that food play. “We’re getting food. I’m starving! Food and fun,” Angel set him down. “Then we can have a few drinks, mess around with the one-armed bandits.”

Husker wrinkled his nose. “You wanna play with the slot machines?”

“What? Do you have them so tight I won’t even win a nickel back?”

“No. You’ll get a nickel, just enough to keep you pumping money in, thinking you’ll hit the jackpot. But there’s no skill to them.”

“Ah, so birthday boy wants to play poker?”

“Definitely.”

“Strip poker?” Angel flicked his tongue across his lips.

“Just us or are you bringing actors too? Do you want to bring in Bun Bun and Tiffany?” Husker figured that would set Angel off that idea before they were both too far gone in imagination land and they screwed on the backstage floor.

“I know what they look like naked. No joy for me.” Angel made a face.

Husker laughed. “Then a low stakes poker game, clothes on. Rosie and Arackniss might still be around. They enjoy poker.”

“I’ll text Itsy Bitsy Spider and ask if he and his date want to come.”

“If you call him that and he shoots you, I won’t forgive you,” Husker warned, bringing out his phone to chain text his usual poker buddies.

“What if I shoot him first?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Fare i salti dalla gioia!”

It didn’t take long to get a poker game up and to have food for Angel served table side. If Angel every said he was a dummy again, Husker would remind him of this night. Angel was a brutal strategist - even more ruthless than Arackniss - and he could bluff with the best. Husker had lost more than one hand to Angel. In the end, no one ended up with bullets in them and Husker escorted Angel to his penthouse suite. While Husker mixed cocktails, Angel meandered out to the balcony.

“Husker joined him, handing him a cocktail. “I’m glad you sang “Volare” and “The Way You Look Tonight.” Speaking of which, you looked stunning.”

“In the dress or now?”

“Both.” Husker slid an arm around Angel.

“I have one more suit to model for you tonight.”

“Your birthday suit?” Husker arched his eyebrows.

“For the birthday boy.” Angel smiled.

Husker ran a finger down Angel’s spine. “Might be time to show me that suit.”

“Here on the balcony? Oh, you naughty boy.” In spite of his fake scandalized tone, Angel undid his tie in a hurry.

“Don’t you want the night breeze to ruffle through your fuzz?” Husker smirked.

Angel looped the tie around Husker’s neck and pulled him closer still. “Oh, we can celebrate all over this penthouse.”

“Best way to cap off the night.”

“Like you don’t know. I haven’t begun to show you all my tricks,” Angel replied.

“And I have a toy you might enjoy.”

Angel’s grin was so big it needed to be continued on someone else. “And I repeat, oh you naughty, naughty boy.”

Husker undid his own tie. “Let me prove it.”

“Gladly.”

Angel swept him back into the penthouse, unbuttoning as he went. Husker smiled.

Happy birthday to me!

Notes
Italian Translation
Fare i salti dalla gioia – basically ‘to jump for joy’

I figure fantastic is self explanatory.

And also for fannish 50 have my thoughts about this week's Hazbin Hotel episodes and my rec of the week and let me be the last to say woo hoo

fandomtrees is back. I need to fix up my requests.

Episode 5 – Wow this was meh. SO meh. When I do a rewatch I can skip this.
The problem: The Morningstars. OMG I want to slap them both. Hard. Let me break this down. Charlie is listening to NO ONE. Her trying to contact Emily is good. The rest not so much.

Lucifer…wtf? I get they’re trying to show his depression, his punishment but the fact that he SO wants to be a good Dad but when Vaggie tells him Vox is shitting on his daughter he basically shrugs and says what do you want me to do? REALLY?!? He doesn’t stir off his ass until Vaggie mentions Alastor would have helped. That makes Lucifer look so bad and there was no need of this. You want to redeem Lucifer a little, you have him jump the moment he hears his daughter is in trouble not ‘hey your rival would do it'.

And I ran across a commenter on YT that called it Forced Conflict (ah, I have a writerly ways in the wings for this) and it’s true. Charlie goes off on her dad for taking on Vox and ruining everything. It was unwarranted. Lucifer had no way of knowing Vox was aware of his weakness. It made her look bad. And she did the same with Vaggie (Husk nailed in in E6, this is high school bullshit) There was no need for her to go off on Vaggie, accusing her undermining of Charlie.

LUTE – wtf here too. Why do they even bring her? I guess because she’s second in command but it’s like they forgot she existed. I was expecting her to run off in hell so she could kill Vaggie. She was just there. Hell it’s been four episodes since her melt down and there’s been nothing…

What I did like – Vaggie FINALLY calling Charlie out on not listening to anyone. About god damn time and it’s not just me thinking this. Most of what I’m seeing in fandom is a lot of Charlie hate right now. This is not a good look for her and it’s souring the fans on her character.

Vox and the Vees. Some of the scenes went on long but they are doing the fracturing of them well with the foreshadowing that is. All three Vees are narcissistic psychopaths and no way can they share glory. Alastor knows this and the longer Vox holds him there the more he can break them down. He manipulates Vox into pushing Velvette and Valentino out of the spotlight and they are unhappy. Val is feeling so hurt you almost feel sorry for him (Almost but Val’s a sick freak so you can’t feel all that bad).

Poor Sir Pentious in heaven. He’s trying but at least he has his egg bois again. He couldn’t go back to hell with them and it made him sad.

The Problematic – We’re back to Lucifer. We find out he can’t hurt the sinners which makes NO fucking sense story wise. The excuse is because hell is his punishment too so he is forced to watch them do whatever they want without being able to do anything about it.

The reality – Lucifer is an overpowered character and he can’t be allowed to just stop Vox like he did Adam (it’s the same reason he was late to the battle in S1). There would be no tension and no story if Lucifer could smite him. And how did he hurt Adam, another human soul? Is it because he’s a ‘winner’ not a ‘sinner.’

The problem – Vox broadcasted Lucifer’s weakness so even if Vox is destroyed in the end (as he might be) then all of hell knows Lucifer is a puppet king with no power. What happens next? My prediction Lilith finally shows up and takes over because she CAN do something. She might even be the one to smite Vox. Either that or it’s going to force Charlie from not wanting to hurt people to having to do so. You’re not going to make most of hell respond to kindess.

Episode 6 – well this one was better and even focusing on my personal favorite character it left me shy of full happiness. Oddly enough I wrote this story The Way You Look Tonight for an artist I like birthday after they were going on about being a big delulu and this is what they wanted to see in S5 & 6 and it turns out that wasn’t their sketches they shared; they were leaked fucking drafts of S6 and then I was annoyed (But I didn’t know it at the time that I had been spoiled and I love my story so whatever).

What I didn’t like – Charlie being a petty bitch. Niffty who seems to love Al having no real opinions about him being captured (but she’s not the most sophisticated of characters), that neither Vaggie nor Lucifer called Charlie out for being unfair. I also didn’t much like Carmilla siding with Vox along with all the other overlords (though her reasoning isn’t exactly wrong)

What I liked – Zestial calling Carmilla out and for the first time turning against her. Husk getting the spotlight (though I’m sorry. I feel certain Husk knows what therapy is like given his life but that was funny) I wanted to see MORE of why Husk thinks he only deserves to be a drunk in a bar. We got other backstory. We need his.

Angel singing in drag at the bar was great. Damn Blake Roman you did so well with that song. That Husk came back to the hotel after quitting because Angel wants him to. Also loved seeing Fat Nuggets racing around being a chaos goblin.

I did like seeing the Vaggie/Charlie make up song/sex session.

Loved learning Val is from Florida (and ooo Vox you’re showing your early 20th century prejudices)

The problematic – Angel being controlled by Vox (called it right here Master of Puppets) I think that was one of the most heartbreaking parts of the story. Vox has been doing this for a long time. It sounds like he might be forcing Angel to not go back to the hotel (that will be interesting) So what is the problem? How did Angel hear all this stuff? Where was he hiding when he learned about Lucifer’s secret? (outside the door? Would Vaggie have said this to him when she spilled the tea? I can’t see it. Sorry. She would know better). So Vox has information Angel shouldn’t have known. Does no one see him spying? He’s a fucking 7 foot spider. How exactly is he hiding? Did he plant listening devices in everyone’s bedrooms?!? This is very much bothering me. There is going to be significant fall out about this. I’m 100% sure Angel is in S3 (since his brother is slated to appear) but what is this going to do to his mental well being? That could be interesting AF. And oh nice to have the fan theory about Vox’s mesmerism being a thing (though it looked like it worked on Val last season so I don’t know about that comment of Val’s) It definitely looks like this dates back to Episode 4 right after/during the poison number. Poor Angel because what is going to come of him mentally after this? Will he be wondering if anything he feels for Husk is real?

It also looks like Val is getting tired of Vox using Angel but Vox is getting off on it (like I also predicted) What did make me laugh is Val throwing actors out because they weren’t big enough (in endowments we assume) to compete with Angel. I do wonder if Angel is going to be forced to turn against the hotel in the upcoming episodes and is Husk going to let this stand.

The Frustrating: I really wanted Husk to ask about Angel killing his damn dad. They were talking but not about that. Ugh. But oh how Husk blushes so much about Angel (and also there's been at least 2 episodes now where Husk is checking out Angel's legs/groin, we see those eyes Husk)

The music is still SO mid tier musical nonsense. There are barely any stand outs. Lucifer and Vox in Vox Populi wasn’t bad (especially Lucifer). Vaggie’s song with Charlie was good and really the best was Angel’s lounge singer song and I can’t even remember it. Husk’s song was good but again it was muddled. I struggled to understand it until I saw the one with the closed captioning.

I decided to put the music outside the cut but obviously they have spoilers too

My boy: (also Keith David singing!)

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My boys together (what Blake did with this song is pretty amazing)

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Chaggie (it's catchy)

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